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DemoniacalThe thunder tumbles, a creeping rumbleA threat that's drawing near Your soul is calling, as I come crawling To find my feast of fear I come for pleasure, no earthly treasure Is worth that of your soul I've crossed the border, to mock his order And take my savage toll Fallen... far from his grace Here... to spit in his face Time... to debunk his rule You... my poor worthless tool... and now you're... Demon, demoniacal, as I rape your soul Demon, demoniacal, and I usurp your control So where's your god now, I find it odd how He leaves you in despair All the bruises I'm making and bones I'm breaking Yet still you think he cares I like your priest, he can join the feast Oh how he acts like such the sage He foolishly tries with that sick book of lies While you convulse with vicious rage Fallen... far from his grace Here... to spit in his face Time... to debunk his rule You... my poor worthless tool... and now you're... Demon, demoniacal, as I rape your soul Demon, demoniacal, and I usurp your control I am the that makes you smile, at someone else's pain I am the one that nurtures guile, a foul unholy stain I am the one here to defile, I am all your sins I am gods' bane, I am Belial, I am the one who dwells Within...! Demon. Demoniacal Demon, Demoniacal |